The Creation of Man

Peacocks!Sink me!Think ye, sir,How those feathered boys love to
flaunt their tails!Stallions!Zounds, sir!Hounds sir! Stags!Of
the goosie and the gander, sirWhich gender is the grander, sirTo render
total candor, sir, the spendour is the male's! Be an example to your
sexGive your boot a dapper strapAnd it's smarter if your garter has some
snap!Cravats should be flounced about our necksWear a nightcap when you
napBe bewitching with some stitching on your cap!Now, drape your
capeAnd puff your cuffEmbroider those lapels!Be the kind of the
beasts in pastels!La, but someone has to strike a poseAnd bear the
weight of well-tailored clothesAnd that is why the Lord created men
Strut, sir!What, sir?Roosters do!Give a cock his comb and the
hens will pale!Bucks! Bulls!More, sir!Boars, sir! Rams!Of the
nanny goat and billy, sirWhose beard is fully wooly, sir?It's bully for
the billy for he's willy-nilly male! Sir, be a lion-hearted prigFill
those pantaloons with light!I could dangle down a spangle out of
sight!Oh, yes! Be bold, sir!When it's cold, slap on that wigDraw
your britches in quite tightEven more so, and your torso will igniteNow,
smock your frockPerfume your plumeI'll let my waistcoat swing!And
the jungle will bow to its king!La, but someone has to strike a poseAnd
bear the weight of well-tailored clothesAnd that is why the Lord created
menYes, that is why the Lord created men Remember what we're here
forWhy we must be dressed to killIf we have to look like
CleopatraThen we will!If you're out to make a splash, cheri,Do know
your haberdashery!Buttons, buckles, ruffles and laceRepresent the human
race! La, but someone has to strike a poseAnd bear the weight of
well-tailored clothesEach species needs a sex that's fatedTo be highly
decoratedThat is why the Lord created men